Cut off the head
and the body will writhe
after death skill I
learned in my life
decapitated placement
between such living thighs
and a shinier blue bestow
her eyes
a needful of serum
to the cerebellum is
jus a tasty touch
a party favor merely
toxins alone is
never enough
I gave life to
the clinical dead
earning my wings
on the sights of
my head
Betrothed to the science
and less the emotion
a snapped spine is fine
if you keep it in motion
laying supine upon
the table an examination
will demand sensation
only if capable...
💀💉🔓
💀💉🔓
...to truly figure out
a synthesized god-like ability
you hafta expect bumps
hiccups and hang-ups
and no one wants to give
any time up, tied up
is jus part of the scientific
method we are forced
to employ
My work is so close
to desired result a.k.a
Perfection
all the failures
and unintended side effects
worth it... if I can work
undisturbed, I can work wonders
neon green glowing immortality
instead I'm the bad guy
for coming off singular,
methodical, and
obsessionally psychotic
for having a purpose, nay,
destiny to fulfill
and events may transpire
people might react poorly
my research ongoing
pieces of tissue crawling
violent impulsive attacks
can all be handled as needed
but we are so close
we will be heroes
jus for one day-
Will you please shut up and
help me kill this
reanimated corpse
and bury it out back
I have too much work to do
... and I can't be disturbed
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